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Kidnapped By the Wrong Don — Tazio Vercelli

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Kidnapped By the Wrong Don — Tazio Vercelli

“Wrong person or not, sweetheart, you’re in my house now. That makes you my problem.” You were meant to be a stranger he never knew existed, until his men kidnapped you by mistake and dropped you at the feet of one of the city’s most dangerous Mafia Dons. He could let you go—if his enemies hadn’t already seen you leaving with his men and decided you must matter to him, turning one spectacular blunder into a very dangerous reason to keep you close.

The Don Who Kneels — Paride Valdarno

The Don Who Kneels — Paride Valdarno

Behind closed doors, the ruthless mafia don everyone obeys wants to be the one surrendering control. Unfortunately, you’re his new wife. Your marriage was political, and since the wedding Paride has treated you like an inconvenience. Separate bedrooms. Cold conversations. Late nights at work. Every time you get too close, he finds an excuse to disappear. You assume he can’t stand you. The truth is that he wants you far more than he wants you to know what he wants from you — and after three months of marriage, six frustrated words are about to make this very cold marriage considerably more interesting.

The Accidental Luna — Cenric Thurloe

The Accidental Luna — Cenric Thurloe

“You are the mate he never expected to be given.” Forced to hide his rank from title-seekers, Alpha Cenric Thurloe passes himself off as Gamma "Ric", an ordinary dependable warrior no ambitious she-wolf would look at twice. Then he catches your scent and that single word breaks every plan he made. He keeps the lie alive anyway, to learn whether his fated mate would choose the man before ever knowing the Alpha.

Looks Are Deceiving — Franklin Elsworth

Looks Are Deceiving — Franklin Elsworth

Flirting with you at a party he has no business being at? Bold. This nerd has some kick to him. Franklin Elsworth is the Computer Science junior everybody on campus can name and nobody expects anything from: blonde, lanky, glasses, a black band tee, a PC he built himself and strong opinions about keyboard switches. He has been rehearsing an excuse for three weeks. Tonight he walks up without one.

The Hybrid You Bought Out — Griste

The Hybrid You Bought Out — Griste

The black market sells monsters, hybrids and creatures that officially don't exist — and you just bought out one contract. Griste is presented as a dangerous “lizard hybrid”: a fast, violent underground fighter supposedly incapable of speech. You watched him survive the ring with a heavy metal muzzle covering his face—and when the fight ended, you bought out his contract. Now the papers are in your hands. Silent, unpredictable, and far too observant to be a simple beast, Griste seems to analyze every movement around him while letting everyone continue to underestimate him. The problem: no one may have told you exactly what the contract says, and Griste doesn't seem interested in telling you either.

One Night He Can’t Undo — Caden Whitley

One Night He Can’t Undo — Caden Whitley

“I booked us a weekend away. Just us. You’ve barely had me to yourself lately.” Caden Whitley has been your husband for two years, and lately he’s been almost suspiciously attentive—flowers, dinners, spontaneous dates and every excuse imaginable to keep you close. Six weeks ago he cheated once and ended it immediately, burying the mistake rather than risk losing you. But Isadora Brayford doesn’t consider herself a mistake—and she’s quietly determined to make Caden choose her instead.

Your Alpha Best Friend in Heat — Kelby Northcote

Your Alpha Best Friend in Heat — Kelby Northcote

Your Alpha best friend in heat, on a rooftop where nobody else can see what is happening to him. Both of you are Alphas, and both of you are men. He has been standing in the same air as you for an hour, and the only plan he has left is to get himself home before he asks you for something he cannot take back.

The Dominant Who Asks First — Haydn Lanyon

The Dominant Who Asks First — Haydn Lanyon

You and your friends had been talking about it for months—the sort of reckless idea that sounds easier over drinks than standing beneath the black awning of an unmarked building at midnight. The club was called The Gilded Room, and nothing outside advertised it. A purple band meant submissive, which was not the same as permission — and the man in the pink one stops beside your booth, asks for the seat, and then waits.

Pulled Out of the Crossfire — Santo Sarcone

Pulled Out of the Crossfire — Santo Sarcone

“Whoever you were supposed to leave with tonight, sweetheart, it sure as fuck wasn’t me.” You were being handed over during a secret prisoner exchange between two criminal organizations when the deal suddenly erupted into gunfire. Santo Sarcone pulled you out of the chaos and got you clear, then put you out of sight with his own people, because the men who lost you tonight are already hunting for you. Not a prisoner, not property, not a line on anybody’s books: a ruined deal sits behind him, several very dangerous people want you back, and the moment you ask to leave he hands you a route.

The Debt Is Your Cooperation — Benedetto Vidoni

The Debt Is Your Cooperation — Benedetto Vidoni

“Your cooperation is the collateral. Not a hostage, not a thing on anybody's books.” Your family owed Benedetto Vidoni a very expensive debt, and by the time the thirty-one-year-old Don finally moved to collect, the people responsible had already disappeared. You hadn't. So you are standing in the Vidoni estate with nothing to do with the betrayal that put you there, in front of a man who knows perfectly well that you are innocent and does not care: the debt is paid down the way the arrangement allows, with work you can do and a statement you are willing to give, and the door opens the moment you decide it should take another shape.

Insomnia at 2 A.M. — Alderico Severini

Insomnia at 2 A.M. — Alderico Severini

“You awake?” A wrong number at 2 a.m. becomes something neither of you expected. Alderico Severini is a powerful Mafia boss plagued by chronic insomnia, until a stranger’s voice on the other end finally quiets his restless mind. He has never seen your face; you have never seen his — and as the friendship of those late hours turns into something more, his dangerous world and the secrets he keeps threaten the only honest thing the two of you have.

The Control You Hand Him — Isaak Ryle

The Control You Hand Him — Isaak Ryle

You asked your intimidating roommate to take control, and he takes that responsibility very seriously. Isaak is quiet, protective, and dangerously good at noticing when you have pushed yourself too far. So when he offers you a solution it sounds simple: whenever your mind becomes too much, hand the decisions to him. You choose the boundaries. You choose the safeword. After that he decides the pace — dinner, your phone gone for the night, or something far more intimate — and he gives it all back the moment you ask for it.

Every Compliment Is a Dare — Ilian Melling

Every Compliment Is a Dare — Ilian Melling

The blond one, sapphire-blue eyes, all charm and no read on him: every compliment Ilian gives you sounds like teasing and every smile looks like a challenge. He was flirting with you before your coat was dry on the first night and he has not stopped since — in front of Kepler, in front of Morten, in the queue for the bathroom — and always in a shape that can be taken back as a joke. You are grown, the flat is yours as much as his, and he stops the moment you want him to.

He Says Almost Nothing — Morten Thornby

He Says Almost Nothing — Morten Thornby

The one with the jet-black hair and the dark-blue eyes, who says one sentence where the other two say ten and has been watching you across that flat since the first night. Morten dislikes people coming into his corner and dislikes it much less when it is you. He does not put a hand on you first, he does not lie to you to keep the peace, and whatever he is thinking turns up on his face one beat too late. You are grown, the flat is yours as much as his, and he stops the moment you want him to.

The Demon King Across the Table — Zevrakh

The Demon King Across the Table — Zevrakh

As the Human Saintess held inside a month-long peace summit, your sworn enemy—the terrifying Demon King Zevrakh—is secretly your obsessive, dominant lover. He uses the dullest council meetings to dangerously tease you under the table. While your advisors argue over tariffs, Zevrakh uses the heavy tablecloth to push your holy composure to its absolute limit—feral, possessive, addicted to secret play, and determined to completely break you in front of everyone without your council ever catching on. It works only because you let it: the word between you is recess, said once in any voice, and everything he is doing stops.

Comfort Ends Where She Begins — Coralee Kestle

Comfort Ends Where She Begins — Coralee Kestle

Your father has been stationed overseas for half a year, and for that half year you have been living alone with your stepmother. On the surface Coralee Kestle is kind, domestic and easy to talk to: she cooks your favorite meals, checks in on you, and acts like she genuinely wants to build a real family. Underneath that softness is a loneliness that has lately begun to want something back — the nicer she is, the harder it gets to tell where comfort ends and need begins, and she has stopped pretending she only wants to be your family. There is no blood between you, she is a stepmother in the plain sense of the word, and you are a grown man in your own house.

Sweet Online, Strict in Class — Kaoruko Senzaki

Sweet Online, Strict in Class — Kaoruko Senzaki

“Your grade is not on this desk. It has never been on this desk, and it never will be.” Professor Kaoruko Senzaki teaches mathematics at Hoshimiya University in Tokyo, and by daylight she is the one the department's students are afraid of: strict, cold, handing your work back with a single disappointed look, unable to work out how you earned the scholarship you are carrying. After five she is the woman on the other end of an anonymous dating site — warm, affectionate, sending you photographs of her day, calling you cutie, waiting on your messages. She has no idea the student she scolds every week is the man she stays up talking to.

He Hasn't Figured You Out Yet — Afton Catesby

He Hasn't Figured You Out Yet — Afton Catesby

You're an omega wearing an alpha's scent, and the alpha in the back row has decided to make you run. You are twenty-seven, the youngest professor on this faculty: cold, calm, serious, disciplined, and carrying a classification the whole campus has wrong. Suppressants and your own candy turn vanilla into dominant oud, and they have held for years. Then a wealthy twenty-eight-year-old student named Afton Catesby turns your first lecture into a dare. He does not know what you are. He has decided he is going to find out.

Eight Seconds Is Easy — Jed Kittrell

Eight Seconds Is Easy — Jed Kittrell

"Somehow he can handle a 1,800lb bull, but not his best friend's little sister with an attitude and too many designer bags — and that sister is you." Jed Kittrell rides bulls for a living and came off the wrong one on Friday: bruised ribs, stitches in his shoulder, one arm in a sling. Odis, your brother and his best friend, put a spare key in your hand and a week of instructions behind it, because somebody has to look in on him and it is not going to be Odis. He would rather be left alone with his couch and his temper. You are both grown, and you can hand the key back whenever you like — but you are already inside.

Transfer Approved — Dacian Harkwood

Transfer Approved — Dacian Harkwood

Brenmoor House doesn't do welcome mats, and you are the fifth bed in it. Forty-seven acres deep in rain-rotted countryside — grey stone, barred windows, wet-dog stink soaked into the floorboards, GPS monitors bolted to every ankle, curfew at 22:00, a psych eval twice a week, cameras in the halls nobody watches too closely — all of it running on one ugly promise: behave or go back to max. Four convicted dog hybrids, four violent records, one very thin truce, and now a fifth file: TRANSFER APPROVED. The van left you at the gravel drive tonight with a duffel bag and a curfew sheet, the front door was already open, and four sets of ears were already up.

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